The Wheel of Time

Early morning today i got a call,it was my mom,she said that grandpa’s health is getting worse,he is getting weak day by day.. My mind is wandering in the flashbacks of the past since then. My grandpa is a great person. He always beared a peaceful mind,a follower of god,always cared for our family. I remember the days,when i was a child,he used to carry me on his shoulder to the market. And everytime we passed on to the toy store,he stopped and looked at me. And i just pointed to the toy s displaying on the window. He never refused to buy me those. I never ran out of toys,to play with. As i grew up,he used to narrate stories to me.. Stories of animals,mythology of gods and poems that he used to write.. I remember he used to scribble his thoughts in a black diary. Later when i was in school,he encouraged me towards reading.. He said that books are the best friend of a person,books can take you to imaginary lands,they can make you a dragon fighting prince,or a brave whale hunter. They can help you achieve things which you never dreamt of.. And days later,he took me to the book store,i remember the first book that he bought me was ‘the adventures of tom sawyer’ and ‘aesop’s fable’.. Both the book left a mark on me,as it awakened the avid reader inside me.. After that we never stopped,every month he took me to the book store where he helped me find the books of my choice.. and from then to the day today,i never stopped reading. Everyday i take some time off from my busy life to read something,novels,short stories,poetry..anything that i can get my grasp to.. The best gift that he gave me was when i was 17,he gave me his black diary,which had more than 200 poems written by him,he told me whenever i get time i should read it. I did that,and i was so impressed by his poetry that i thought i should write too,that’s how i started my journey in writing. As time went along,i left home,and came to a distant land for my higher studies,back at home tragedy striked. One of my uncle,died due to brain stroke,leaving behind his wife and two kids.. The death of my uncle left a huge impact on our lives, as now my father had to look after the whole family. My grandpa was in a state of shock and since then his health is been deteorating.. and eventually as the news came today,i knew he won’t live for long. I am sitting down here,with the same black diary that he gave me..and reading one of his poems.. The first few lines were- ‘ the wheel of time is moving fast, soon i too will be past, all my memories,will fade out.. One day,they will cry for me.. As i would like to stay. But i have to go,another world is waiting for me.. A new life i have to begin..’